EMMANUELS VEIN

0 Comments

EMMANUELS VEIN

CUT OPEN WERE EMMANUELS VEINS AND
FROM THEM BLEAD HIS LOVE
TO GIVE ME SOMETHING UNDESERVED
THE CHANCE TO SEE WHICH ALWAYS WAS
THAT I AM FREE FROM BROKENESS, GUILT, ALL HURT, AND SHAME
ALL BECAUSE OF THE LOVE THAT BLEAD FROM EMMANUELS VEINS
I AM FREE TO HOPE IN THE JOY; OF GODS ETERNITY
FOR IN HIM IS THE SONG OF GRACE SANG BY LIBERTY
I AM FREE OF EVERY PLAGUE NO LONGER BEARING SINS STAIN
SIMPLY BECAUSE OF ALL THE LOVE
THAT BLEAD FROM EMMANUELS VEINS

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

flameofpurpose’s Poems (3)

Title Comments
Title Comments
ITS TIME FOR NEW WINE 1
WHAT IS IT ABOUT "ME" 0
EMMANUELS VEIN 0

flameofpurpose’s Friends (3)